Clark hung up, relieved that he could make up for his absence and give her a nice evening. Of course, he wasn't blind to her intentions - lately, movies meant a completely different activity. He glanced at the couch, unable to stop the smirk from forming.
Now the question was, as he sped upstairs, what to wear? He had called her as soon as he got in through the door from his blur duties. A part of him was a bit worried he'd spend most of the movie repeatedly called away, but he had to hope that he'd get a reprieve. If the worst happened, he'd pretend he had eaten something bad or go into the kitchen, get a snack and pretend he got a phone call and needed to cut the night short. Oh please, let it be a calm night.
Slipping his blur outfit off and putting it away, he rummaged around his closet. T-shirt or shirt... well Lois very likely would come over in something casual, but appealing. What did she like on him? He had a pretty good idea that if he asked her the question, she'd say shirtless. He wasn't as oblivious as she thought he was to all her six pack comments or even her covert attempts to look him over.
He knew she wasn't overly fond of the plaid, which he tended to wear only occasionally around her. Glancing in the direction of his flannels, he noticed a significant chunk of them were missing.
It was getting worse.
Okay, so he knew he wasn't exactly a light weight on his clothes, the amount of t-shirts he went through alone caused a decent dent in his budget. But to be missing, at the very least five of his favorite plaid shirts, was a mystery to him.
He checked the clothes in hampers and those he had yet to fold. Nope, not a sign of the missing ones. Confused, he ran back up to his room and started checking his dresser; everything was there in the top drawer except for one pair. He barely wore the boxers anymore and they were often at the bottom of the stack but sure enough, his snoopy boxers were missing.
Why?! Why would someone steal his clothes? What else had been taken?
Clark proceeded to go through every drawer more carefully and his closet again. In the end, he found it wasn't just five plaid shirts and his snoopy boxers, but one of his dress shirts was nowhere to be seen and two of his tee's had also vanished. He kept careful track of what he ruined and needed to buy; it was second nature. He was also aware of what was in the wash, in case Lois stopped by for unexpected laundry machine usage.
Feeling a slight sense of paranoia, he quickly checked to make sure nothing was missing amongst his belongings. Just one slipper, which he had ages ago figured Shelby had pilfered for whatever reason. The dog had taken an immediately liking to the pair the moment he had brought them home; after a while, Clark had just accepted his slippers and Shelby didn't mix.
It wasn't usual for Clark to feel a sense of violation in the way he was at that moment. It was one thing to be stalked by a meteor freak or find Zod in his house, but another thing to find pieces of his wardrobe missing. He could not understand why anyone would want to take his clothes. Yes, Lois herself had on occasion borrowed a shirt and never returned it but this... this was someone going through his closet and dresser with intent.
But with what intent?
He was seriously creeped out, but a glance at the clock had him rushing to make sure the mood was set and the food ready before Lois came over. In all his hurried preparations, he forgot he had yet to pick a t-shirt, realizing a little too late.
“Not to sound like I’m in complaining mode,but I hit every red light between here and the Talon. I can't believe how many there are!” Lois announced as she came through the door, “I swear if another...” she paused as he came into view, unable to help staring.
“Well ...um...Clark...”
Glancing down, he crossed his arms, feeling really awkward all of a sudden. It was bad enough that they spent so much time eyeing each other and now here he was, shirtless. From the look on Lois' face, he felt like a maple donut.
It didn't help either that she swallowed and turned a slight shade of pink, moving so the island counter was between them. Like she didn't trust herself. Even when they had tried to have their bed and breakfast getaway, the tension had never been so thick. Clark's mouth was dry and he was pretty sure his palms were sweating.
“So Clark...” a smirk spread slowly over her face as she obviously got over her end of the awkwardness. “When did we revert back to the clothing optional stage...?” she cleared her throat however, as if like him, flashes of a cornfield meeting pulsed through her head. “Don't get me wrong...I like it but ... at least it’s just the shirt.” The smirk became more pronounced as she stared at him again.
Clark backed up towards the stairs, “I just ... laundry issue...” He ran a hand down the back of his head which only added to Lois' obvious problem. He could have sworn she just about drooled; what was with her tonight?
“I'll be right back...” he would have preferred to have super sped but did the quickest humanly possible dash up the stairs.
Lois watched him go up, admiring his backside as he did so, then turned, taking a deep breath and headed for the pie. What was wrong with her? It wasn't as if she had never seen him shirtless before. Good grief, Lois, get a hold of yourself!
Come to think of it though, what was wrong with him? Did he not get how attracted she was to him, how very hard she was trying to keep herself in check and there he was prancing around without a shirt on movie night?
Eyes narrowing, she wondered if it was some sort of plan of his to get something more than kisses tonight. Would Clark do that?
No! She knew better than that. Chuckling at the idea, Lois slipped her jacket off and readjusted her top, realizing she had a good way to get revenge for his wardrobe malfunction.
Not two minutes later, Clark came down the stairs, having picked a simple gray t-shirt and feeling a little better. He didn't immediately register what Lois was wearing as her back was turned to him while she picked at a piece of pie.
But only when he made his way over to her and she looked up to smile at him, did he realize that she was wearing his blue and white flannel, the one that he had worn the first night at the B and B.
Only on Lois, it took on a different look then what it was intended for. She wore over a yellow top that curved around her figure, hugging her breasts in such away to make them utterly hard to miss, but without really revealing anything. The flannel added to a sense of tease, a sexy quality as she had it button up just enough to cause it to gather around her. It didn't hurt that it was his and he liked seeing it on her. He wasn't sure whether that meant she was claiming him or he could claim her.
Well, now he knew where one shirt was...still didn't answer the question of his recent missing clothing.
It didn't escape Lois that her choice of attire had the desired effect. Smiling she pushed the pie back.
“That's better, Smallville.” Indicating his shirt with a nod of her head, she continued, “Though what is this laundry issue?”
Clark shrugged, not really wanting to go there. He couldn't imagine Zod or anyone like him had stolen them, but the idea of bringing Lois into something that could be dangerous put him off. Not to mention, she'd probably laugh at him.
“I didn't get to the laundry this week.”
“Oh so... you were running around looking for a shirt when I came in?”
“Yeah...”
They now stood directly in front of each other, moving closer bit by bit.
“I thought maybe...”
Clark tilted his head, his face only a breath away from hers. “Maybe...?”
She bit her bottom lip, “That you were just having a bit of fun...”
He smiled, moving just a fraction closer, teasing. “Hmm...”
Lois smiled back, eyes flickering to his lips, “Then I remembered you're too much of a boy scout for that.”
Clark raised a brow, half growling. “Oh really?”
She nodded, daring him to kiss her.
“I've never been a boy scout.” His mouth claimed hers, hands grabbed her by the hips as they leaned against the counter.
Some minutes later
Lois loved Clark's tongue. He knew how to use it better than any man she had ever kissed. She never would have thought the guy she had pegged as the strange small town hick could kiss like it was no different than breathing. The way he teased and played and took control, left her breathless.
And that didn't even include the magic of his hands..
“Mmmm...M-Mmm...”
“Mmmm...Mmm...Mmm...M...”
“...”
“Mmmmm...M...”
“...Mmm...”
“Clark...mmm...please...”
“ ...”
“ Oh....mmm...Mm... Smallville, we...” she tried to pull away, but he was very demanding and it made it hard, mostly because she liked it.
Lois finally broke away, placing her hands on his chest, “Smallville...we are suppose to be movie watching... you know, at least attempt to.”
His glazed over eyes never left her swollen lips as she talked; he nodded his head slightly, making her wonder if he was catching a word she said.
“ Clark...” she was seriously tempted to say something random and see if he would notice, but everything that popped into her head had serious sexual undertones and the shirtless prancing he did earlier had already created enough tension.
Tilting her head, Lois smiled at him as a fairly safe question came to her, “Clark... do you think I should get implants... just not sure they are...” she leaned in closer, drawing in a deep breath, causing her chest to rise higher, “plump enough...”
Clark had started nodding then stopped, his eyes traveled from her lips to her breasts and it took a lot of her control not to burst out laughing.
As her words registered, he went from looking mesmerized to frowning, then his eyes met hers and he realized she knew what he had been staring at. “Oh...what? No...not... I mean...they are very... it’s just you don't need...”
Lois smirked, “Smallville, I was talking about my lips.”
Clark's frown deepened and he pulled back a bit, “Lois... No!...why would you even think that?”
“ Are you sure?” She touched her lips and gave a dramatic sigh, loving the discomfort he was suddenly feeling. It helped cool down the heat between them that had been building. It really would be far too easy to cross the line with him and his blatant ogling only made it that much harder.
It was obvious he desired her, and he never pushed, never insisted on more then what they had, but she knew given the right set of circumstances and they'd lose themselves - which wasn't a bad thing but one she was sure they weren't really ready for. Going there meant bringing the relationship some place that if it failed, would only leave them broken. She knew she couldn't handle that and she was very sure Clark wouldn't be able to either.
Clark put a hand on either of her arms, “Of course I am sure. Lois, what is up with you? Why would you think that you need to do that?”
Lois knew she should end the charade, but couldn't help herself; looking down she spoke quietly, “I don't know. ..I just ...”
Confused couldn't accurately describe what Clark was feeling. First, Lois had been acting like he was some sort of hot dish and now she was worried she needed collagen injections in her lips?
His eyes traveled to them, for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes... there was absolutely nothing wrong with her lips. He couldn't get enough of them.
“ Lois...” He lifted her head and ran a finger over her lower lip tenderly, “I don't know what’s wrong, but I love your lips just the way they are.”
Despite the sappiness of his words, the blush that spread up her cheeks was real, as well as the warmth that went up her spine. Okay, so this little game was starting to back fire. Leave it to Clark to unknowingly call her bluff. So now how did she get out of this?
“ I'm sorry Clark I just... it’s...”
He smiled at her and pulled her in a hug. The man was far too sweet for his own good and her sanity. His next words just piled on to the guilt she was feeling.
“It’s about today, isn't it? I don't know what exactly happened Lois, but you're not a hack nor do you need to change a thing about yourself.” He felt guilty for not having been there the whole time when the 'situation' had occurred, but whatever it was had obviously affected her more then he originally thought. Lois being angry was one thing...even being down, but to question her appearance, that was something else entirely.
Lois nodded and leaned deeper into the hug, eyes wide, hoping the dots wouldn't connected in his head and somehow this weird tangent could get dropped. Lane, you really do put your foot in it sometimes!
Taking a deep breath, Lois pulled away smiling, “Thanks, Smallville. I don't know what I'd do without you. Now,” she gave him a light punch, “Let’s watch that movie!”
Clark took it as code for let’s change the subject and get back to the kissing, which he was more than happy to do. Though he still felt a twinge of worry for how she was feeling. He hoped by the time she left, she'd be back to her usual self.
“So what movie did you pick?”
Lois pulled the dvd box out of her purse and frowned. How the hell did I get this?
“Um... horror...” she turned, giving him a smile, then looked back at the box with its odd cover, trying to remember where the movie came from. Taking out the DVD, she found it funny that it had a strange green hue. She had seen an iridescent blue over DVDs before, but not the green. Shrugging, she bent to put it in the player, feeling like something important was escaping her.
Clark grabbed the snacks and drinks, bringing them over to the sofa, enjoying the view of Lois in her tight jeans, putting in the dvd. “Horror? Lois, that’s not exactly the best for...”
Lois grinned to herself, knowing he had suddenly gone shy again. The man was adorable - could offer tours of the galaxy one night, but be unable to put the words 'make' and 'out' together in a sentence another time.
Lois quipped, “What, for making out? Gee Smallville, it’s not like you’re discussing this with your mom. You know you can make out with me and say it; it’s not as if we really watch the movie anyway.”
Clark rolled his eyes, “Fine, still not the best choice for making out. Hearing people screaming and or dying is not...”
“It didn't hurt the first night.” She walked over and sat down, not bothering to hide the grin.
Putting his arm around her shoulder, Clark gave a slight nod, “That was different and the movie ended up muted ten minutes in.”
“Yeah...I wonder how that happened...”
“I wasn't the one with the remotes. You wouldn't let me anywhere near them, Lois,” he gave her a pointed look.
Lois laughed and reached for the remotes and dramatically placed them in his lap. “There now, you do tonight. If the movie gets muted or paused, we'll know it’s you. Happy?”
“Maybe...”
“What now?”
“Just wondering why this movie?” Clark nodded to the film that was now starting.
Lois groaned and leaned her head back into his arm, shifting so she could look him in the face, “In all honesty, I wasn't paying attention to what movie I grabbed.”
Clark grinned, “I see...”
Sitting up straighter, Lois gave him a mock glare. “What does that mean?”
“This.” Lois suddenly found his lips on hers.
That was completely the right response.
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